Nymera’s POV
The door clicked shut behind Dain, and I lowered my eyes almost immediately. My fingers tightened around the edge of the shawl Martha had wrapped over my shoulders, and I wished I had somehow managed to look calmer before he arrived. Dain's gaze stayed on me longer than I expected before he finally walked into the room, moving with the same quiet confidence he always seemed to carry without even trying.
"Are you alright?" he asked quietly, his voice much softer than I had heard it before. "Did anyone hurt you?"
I hesitated for a moment before shaking my head. "N... no." The words came out with only the slightest stumble, and the realisation caught me off guard because only a few days ago I could never finish an entire sentence in an emotional moment.
"I'm... I'm okay
